Answer:
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.
I'm simple for a few people, but hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets and bring people's worst fears. What am I?
I have feet on my head
you hold my tail while I fish for you